previous next

General Butler: a rebel song.

Butler and I went out from camp,
At Bethel to make battle,
And then the Southrons whipt us back,
Just like a drove of cattle.
Come, throw your swords and muskets down,
You do not find them handy,
Although the Yankees cannot fight,
At running they're the dandy.

And then we got a monster gun,
Which gives us satisfaction,
For seven miles are just the space
That Yankees like in action.
Come, throw your swords, etc.

Whenever we go out to fight
The Southrons give us lickings,
But then we strive to get revenge
By stealing all their chickens.
Come, throw your swords, etc.

[85] Old Butler stays in Fort Monroe,
And listens to the firing,
And when his men have met defeat
He then goes out inquiring.
Come, throw your swords, etc.

To say that Butler will not fight
Is certainly no scandal,
For not a trophy he has gained
Except an old pump-handle,
Come, throw your swords, etc.

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.

An XML version of this text is available for download, with the additional restriction that you offer Perseus any modifications you make. Perseus provides credit for all accepted changes, storing new additions in a versioning system.

hide Places (automatically extracted)

View a map of the most frequently mentioned places in this document.

Sort places alphabetically, as they appear on the page, by frequency
Click on a place to search for it in this document.
Fortress Monroe (Virginia, United States) (1)
Bethel, Me. (Maine, United States) (1)

Download Pleiades ancient places geospacial dataset for this text.

hide People (automatically extracted)
Sort people alphabetically, as they appear on the page, by frequency
Click on a person to search for him/her in this document.
Ben Butler (3)
hide Display Preferences
Greek Display:
Arabic Display:
View by Default:
Browse Bar: